The lieutenant commander had been ashore on Leyte and he was tired. From the small boat in Leyte's San Pedro Bay one day last week he pointed out what he thought was his ship, and the coxswain headed for her. What neither he nor the cox knew was that from among the mass-produced ships, as alike as Mike & Ike, he had picked out the wrong one.
The lieutenant commander went aboard, crawled into bed in what he thought was his own cabin. Presently an officer awakened him. "This is 017, isn't it?"...
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